#SundaySentence
Every weekend I participate in David Abrams’s “#SundaySentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
And so we, who never intended to leave New York City, were never scheduled to leave it, have left New York City: left Sutton Place, left the doorman who pinched our fat cheeks; left our view of the Fifty-ninth Street Bridge and the red neon Pepsi-Cola sign, which every night bled into the pitch-black river and suggested that capitalism could be beautiful, too; left the graffitied perimeter walls of Central Park; left the Central Park Zoo, which was as far into that lawless park as we were allowed to go, lest we be mugged, or worse; left the United Nations International School, on First Avenue, where we tussled and exchanged snot, tears, and undiplomatic, even totally despotic ideas with the diplomat kids from Europe, South America, and Asia; left the Turtle Bay Music School, where we would soon have graduated from playing the triangle (method courtesy of that Nazi favorite Carl Orff) to mastering Bach; left Bach, too, whose counterpoint we were taken to listen to at Avery Fisher Hall, where we had to be stuffed with Raisinets so that we wouldn’t complain out loud.
Source: Nicole Krauss, “Long Island” (The New Yorker)
